Respect - Kevin Gates: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Respect

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Respect adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Duetti (Migration) tarafından 9 Mayıs 2009 tarihinde yayınlandıAll In

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Çıkış Tarihi9 Mayıs 2009

FirmaDuetti (Migration)

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Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

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Enerji

BPM92

GENEL BAKIŞ

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[Verse 1]

Rose to my name I freeze, respect me

If you got money, what's you rate (What's up)

I'm respect it

So sick of these fake **** shaking they ass

Knowing goddamn well, they don't spray it and blast

They the type to go to jail, be mstaken for fags

They the type to point at **** face in the glass

[Verse 2]

Told, look how I felt, we could meet up and leave

Motherfuck who don't like it, beat up the streets

Drought came, we kick our feet up and eat

Gotta love the way my daddy put a key up for me

[Verse 3]

Re-up, put about three up a week

My mother keep telling me

The game ain't mean nothing, son

But never crack a frown or complain

When the money come

Never backing down, I'm insane, I ain't never run

[Verse 4]

Do 'em like tags on shirts and rip 'em off, I ain't feeling 'em

They keep flincing, kill 'em off, what the business is?

You **** ain't real at all

Grab 'em by the collar, few dollar'll get 'em lost

[Verse 5]

I'm in the roots, where the **** died, shots fired

You know this, ****, Kevin Gates, a Rottweiler

Same shit, Money doing a bid, Reezy doing a bid

Mail doing a bid, B doing a bid, Seven doing a bid

[Verse 6]

Last night, bitch ass **** shooting at Wig

That's the life that we live and it's all left

They say, the game ain't shit, but it's all fair

[Verse 7]

Conversation in relation to dealing with ****

Kinda put you in the mind of feeling you different

It kinda put you on the grind, you living to get

To being caught up doing time and sitting in prison

[Verse 8]

I got a clip full, gun toter, face first

Rather keep a frown but I smile till may face hurt

Life, so sick and depressing

**** snitching and living with no witness protection

[Verse 9]

My block, three to the neck

Problem in the streets, you could bleed from the steps

Fist to the sky, couldn't see for the stiff

But thanks go to God for D when it stretch

[Verse 10]

Mama, no disrespect, but I'm asking

What's the use of existing when you can't live in a mansion?

That's when her face fell, she cried violently

She said, she wasn't good mother, but she tried to be

[Verse 11]

Hoping that I was safe, every night, she'll pray for me

I'd die 'fore bitch ass **** take that away from me

Hoping that I was safe, every night, she'll pray for me

I'd die 'fore bitch ass **** take that away from me

[Verse 12]

Watch wrap wrist, left fist to God

I do it for the squad, not a shackle on my ankle

Medicine in the quad, packed with ten fingers

Be another man that famous

[Verse 13]

Peanut butter tan, dick slanger, other hand grip bangers

Watch my brother hand get strangled, mangled

Blue steel K, stock blacker than Amistad

Only way I end up on TV is for a homocide

[Verse 14]

Praise go to God, finally got my weight up

My girl just another girl, now she gotta wait up

Lipstick moist, tear drop and smeared makeup

Come to getting respect, gotta get it with nuts

[Verse 15]

Got a M-16 that'll lift up a truck

Go the nerve to talk dick, you men don't kill

Thirty-two across your chest, like Shaquille O'Neal

Thirty-two across your chest, like Shaquille O'Neal

Gates

Written by: Kevin Gilyard

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